#jaane queue

somehow, the nurses never wake vegas up at the crack of dawn for unnecessary blood tests, which is pleasant but still shocking.

(ok fine maybe pete had a nice, very sweet chat with the medical staff when they woke vegas up minutes after he’d finally drifted off in the early hours one morning. but it worked, so who’s complaining?)

(macau overhears him bc of course he does. he doesn’t interrupt. when pete returns to the room, smiling, with a terrified nurse in his wake, macau has his favourite dessert waiting.)

casual murder-threats aside, the three of them have a fairly uneventful time. a good thing for vegas’ recovery and a shit fucking deal for his attention span. it’s only a matter of time before cabin fever brings with it the fever of competition. 

see this is fun bc vegas is ten kinds of terrifying till you put him in a board game. there, he refuses to cheat, says something about morals and fair play which is unfortunate bc, as it turns out, he really fucking sucks at games. 

pete and macau don’t give a shit. they kick ass at game night and take no prisoners. macau cleans vegas out so bad in the first few rounds that by the time pete flexes his skill at card games, he’s already irritable and betting on stupid shit like going to bed on time. 

(he loses that one too❤️)

when the competition threatens to tear their family apart, all three decide to take a break.

the peace doesn’t last. macau comes back from uni one afternoon, stars in his eyes, smiling all wide. ‘it’s true love,’ he says, dazed. pete and vegas exchange looks. it’s some girl who doesn’t know macau exists.

their amusement dials down to zero fairly quick when macau asks for dating advice, though. 

‘p’pete come on! you work fast! how did you get hia to fall for you?’ 

‘p’pete told me i need therapy.’

pete is affronted. ‘i also said you don’t suck!’ which, really—not the best improvement.

macau gives him a witheringly unimpressed look before turning to vegas.

a very unprepared vegas. taking a leaf out of pete’s book, he goes for honesty. ‘oh uh. my approach was a bit. hands-on. won’t be your style, buddy.’

pete, who has never missed a chance in his life, jumps in immediately. ‘oh yeah definitely not your thing, macau. he called my grandmother up to ask if we can go on a trip three minutes after we spoke properly for the first time.’  

macau frowns, wants to know why but vegas is quick to mumble some nonsense about blessings for their relationship.

neither of them are sure why macau seems to believe this excuse. vegas doesn’t exactly have the best track record, but hey whatever sticks, right?

by the time the doctor is finally ready to clear vegas for release, the entirety of their medical staff is on the verge of quitting, macau has had his heart broken (he ignored their advice and composed a song for the girl bc chay said it works 100% of the time—it didn’t) and vegas has lost a little less than a million baht to both of them through their nightly game sessions. 

‘and you’ll lose a million more,’ pete says cheerfully, helping him into the waiting car. ‘once we’re home.’ 

vegas can’t bring himself to complain. not when ‘home’ sounds so lovely coming from his love. 

macau, getting increasingly good at interrupting their private moments, manages to seat himself right between the two of them. it mends something in all their chests, the quiet moment of togetherness, shoulders brushing as they squeeze into backseat together, driving home.